Sinclair Develin had a twin. Two perfectly sculpted Adonises with dark hair and bright blue eyes gazed down at her…but which one was Sinclair?
“One’s not bad enough,” said Tucker. “There’s two of them and there are times when it’simpossibleto tell them apart.”
All three men laughed.
The man holding the child extended his hand. “I’m Dakota Luck, and you just met my daughter, Sammy.”
As she shook Dakota’s hand, Evangeline kept her gaze cemented on therealSin, and her heart fluttered wildly in her chest. While Sin styled his hair in a conservative, business cut, Dakota’s was wild and untamed. Though the men were identical, she had a history withonlyone of them.
“It’s been a while.” As Sin’s lips curved into a hint of a smile, his eyes drilled into her. “Good to see youagain, Evan.”
Though angry with him for derailing her case, her body heated. “You, too.”
Dakota glanced from one to the other. “You guys know each other?”
“I get to sit in the front row,” Sammy announced.
“That’s where we have to sit, too,” Tucker said.
“Tucker, would it be okay if Sammy sat with you guys?” Dakota asked. “Her nanny is home with the flu.”
“Absolutely. We’ll save her a seat.”
“All right, Sammy, we’ve got to find Aunt Carly,” Dakota said.
“Let me take her,” Sin said. “You need to get dressed. All the guys are upstairs.”
As Dakota passed his daughter to his twin, the youngster grinned at Sin and he smiled back. Another blast of heat scorched Evangeline. That man was hot as hell in a tuxedo. Tall and muscular, the tailored duds accentuated his broad shoulders and strapping chest.
“You look very pretty Samantha Lynn,” Sin said.
She clapped her tiny hands. “I’m soooo excited to be the flower girl.”
Evangeline couldn’t help but smile at the little one, but like a magnet tugging her, her attention shifted right back to Sin.
“Thanks for keeping Sammy safe,” Dakota said to Tucker.
“You betcha,” Tucker replied.
“Top floor,” Sin said. “Presidential Suite.”
And with that, Dakota took off toward the elevator bank.
Sin turned to Evangeline. His steely blue eyes weren’t just beautiful they were hypnotic, and her brain stuttered to a halt while she soaked up all that masculine beauty. “We’ll talk.” Before she could reply, he asked Sammy, “Ready to be a flower girl, little lady?”
“Can I sit with you, E-Leen?” Sammy asked.
“I’ll save you a seat right next to me,” Evangeline replied.
A sly curve graced his beautiful mouth before he headed toward the elevators, his adorable niece in his arms. Evangeline tried looking away, but she couldn’t take her eyes off his powerful stride and the expansive width of shoulders.My God, that man is so damn tempting.
“Ready to grab a seat?” Tucker asked.
“Save me one. I’ll be right in.”
Evangeline ducked into the closest restroom and retreated into a stall. Rarely rattled, she hadn’t expected to see Sinclair at this wedding. But she hadn’t expected to see him at the stakeout, either.
She’d been back three weeks and she felt like she was right back in the thick of things with him. Only this time, he wasn’t naked and between her legs. He was botching up her case and hijacking her attention at a wedding.
